Luyện nghe bài hát Color My World Mine

I once met a man who himself not to dream
he seems to have seen was a glimpse of everything
He's been pictures on canvas since age thirteen
And he only exists in the mind of a higher being
And I his work; mostly scenic landscapes
But each one is focused on an where the man paints himself painting himself
And all that's in his field
He said was the only way he could make himself real
Ever since he could remember, he had one nightmare
But until ten years ago, it didn't matter
It consisted of loud, distorted sounds echoing off the
He ran on top of it in attempt to reach a
Now sometimes, get so close but never touch his destination
Which caused him much 'cause he didn't know what it meant
And by the end of the dream, he saw the from a bird's eye
Only to witness his dead body on the cement

It was only to witness his dead laying on the cement
At first it freaked him out, but a while he grew content
So he thought, "It's just a dream," and kept living his
his soul on the canvas 'cause it sheds his planet light
And it goes on and on space and time, ain't nothing odd
It's not that he didn't believe, he just approve of God
His was one I couldn't comprehend
'Till I stopped being detective and to him as a friend
He

He once saw a painting that told his whole story
It was then he knew he was the art of divinity
He once saw a that told his whole life story
A brush stroke of the gods made him one in their symphony
He once saw a painting that told his life story
He for himself and not the rest of humanity
He once saw a painting that told his life story
And I realize that I'm not
God just me

It's I said
ten years ago, the event that changed his whole reality
Took place on his trip to the local art gallery
It was there he studied his contemporaries
And there he nearly carried his sanity to a hole and buried it forever
It was a mysterious day
The place was empty
And he got chills his spine just being present in the scene
On the wall, there was a picture looked familiar
And when he got close, his heart
he saw it was a painting of his dream
It was a of his dream
His on a runway
By a ladder to an airplane with its propellers
accounted for the loud noise
The match up was
And that was the day he stopped believing in
He resented his
I mean, words explain
What must have went on in his brain while he stared a frame
Of a work of art which he created and was at the same
The mind handle that much, it's just insane
It's like reading a book where each words your thoughts
And in quotations, it whatever you say when you talk
You think it can't
But it did
I guess there's surprisingly wide cracks in each life's
He upon an answer when he never had a question
And decided to stop to maintain his mental health
Now he talks to people
Just in his basement
Writing infinity, by himself
himself
This is a strange
Is it all a blueprint?
In the real universe, is my useless?
Are we really something a higher intelligence up?
A of imagination colored by a cosmic paintbrush?
Maybe all of our art the fate of other beings
Then every character in ever novel thinks alive and were just gods
Ruling
Just a
I don't know it means
But that's the of the man who trained himself not to dream

He saw a paining that told his whole life story
He the paradox of the word "existing"
He saw a painting that told his whole life story
He colored his world theirs, and he wasn't living
He once saw a painting that his whole life story
The hidden variable that all is is art
And I close my eyes, I see eternity as a story
A God the God that imagined me
And I am God
And so on